By Reading This, You Are Stating That You Are 18 Years Of Age. If You Are Under The Age Of 18, It Is Necessary To Exit This Site.
K. H. Renard
He took the can to the bathroom and returned to his room to change. He was hanging his pants and shirt on the hook on the back of the door when he felt the door being pushed in.
It was Karin. She was naked.
“I know I’m a mess, but….” She took a deep breath. “Would you like to fuck me? You can if you want.”
What had Marcus Aurelius said about not being surprised at anything that happens in life?
She feigned a smile when he said nothing. “I understand. I might barf in the middle of it.”
“I guess that’s a possibility.”
“It was a stupid idea. Now you think I really am a tramp.”
She hiccupped. “Fuck! I’m such a jerk.” She clapped her hand over her mouth at the onset of a second hiccup.
He gripped her shoulders and turned her around.
Jim got her back into bed and gave her a cup of water. She closed her eyes.
Jim went down the hall to the shower. He lathered himself up and was about to jerk himself off when the curtain was pulled aside. Karin stood there, still naked. She looked down.
“Are you thinking of me?”
Jim gulped. “Yes.”
“I’m flattered but you don’t need to do that. I’m right here.” He was stupefied as she stepped into the stall, reached out and peeled his fingers from his cock, replacing them with her own. “It’s huge.”
Is that what they all said? Darla had expressed that opinion, too. It was a compliment, true or not. They wanted to please—the first time. Boy, do I sound bitter.
“Uh…?” He couldn’t believe his dick was being slowly massaged by Karin Vance.
“Do you masturbate much?”
It was the last question he expected to hear. You never got that question, Marcus Aurelius, did you?
“I mean, when you get horny from seeing a pretty girl and you haven’t gotten any in a while.”
“A pretty girl like you?”
“I’ve finger fucked myself thinking about….”
“Robert Redford? Christopher Reeve?”
“No, silly. About you.”
He was speechless.
“I’m flirting here, ya know,” said Karin. “You were flirting with me. When you were looking at my legs in the car.”
And on the beach.
“I said I liked your rounded knees. I’m a glamour photographer, remember?”
“Don’t try to get out of it. I can tell when a guy’s flirting, and Jim?”
“I liked it. I imagined unzipping my shorts and taking your hand and pulling it down so you could diddle me right there.”
“I almost creamed thinking about it.”
“Karin, you should….”
“And then I’d stick my hands down your pants and….” She squeezed him hard.
By now the shower had made her wet and glistening, and contrary to most women with a full head of hair plastered to their heads by water, Karin looked incredibly sexy. He couldn’t keep from ogling her tits and bush.
“Are you…,” he began but didn’t finish because she let go of his cock and pressed up against him. “Kiss me, will you? You did it before.”
A peck on the forehead was significant?
“Don’t worry,” Karin said. “I rinsed out my mouth.”
Yeah, he’d never heard any of his barracks brethren say they’d kiss a girl who’d just puked. Apparently there were some scenarios that would inhibit even a horny G. I.
She turned up her face and pouted until he pressed his lips to here. That set off a chain of events that he could not have imagined in his wildest dreams.
Her hands were all over him. She was all over him until, suddenly she exclaimed, “Fuck this!” She grabbed his hands and pulled them around to her butt. “Lift me up.”
“Lift me up.”
How could he not grant her request?
She wrapped her arms around his neck and with her eyes locked on his, squirmed herself into position. Accompanied by a grunt that could be mistaken for a cry of pain, she slowly impaled herself on his…hugeness.
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